The journey of a transgender person, like the journey of the Children of Israel, involves leaving everything known for the promise of something completely unknown. And even if what is known is mitzrayim, it is terrifying.

I have used the term "black hole" to describe the treatment I have received from pastors, deacons, "good Christian folks" with whom I try to communicate: letters go in, but nothing ever comes back out. I am ignored; I am anathema. Perhaps to them I am contagious.